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ROSA COELI OSE of the World ! Ruby with blood from the bright veins of God Caught in the chalice of your heart, and pearled With dew at many a melting period When the amethyst lustre of your eyes dissolves The veil that hides your naked splendour From these inform resolves And halting loves of your poor poets soul With Radiance mild and tender, So that I see awhile the golden goal ! Yea ! all your light involves Me, me tenebrous, me too cold and base Ever to kindle to the maiden face (Three years my wife, three years of me unwon !) That would …
1907 · PDF PAGE 20
… look of love Bring this, bring this to birth ! And neither hate below, nor hate above, Nor chance, nor force, nor cunning shall deprive Man of thy gift, a love alive With more than men to-day can understand. XV IVE me thine hand, Rose of the Stars, and we will soar above Wisdom and Strength and Love, Into the sphere where all delight retires In azure flames and silver-edgéd fires. Now through the veil we shoot Like snaky lightning through a thundercloud Up to the awful precipice-skirted place Where deaf, blind, palsied, mute There sits the lep…
1907 · PDF PAGE 10
…t there before ye all, Careless if I had summoned from the skies Some young true God, or spoiled the sacrifice, And were but dead as any man is dead ! So I have given up my inmost life Even unto you, sweet wife, Carelessyet conscious of the babe-stirred womb Of some dread Mother older than the Tomb, Wiser than Life, more pitiful than Death. IV OUR wine-stained and wine-coloured hair unloosing, Mingle your wine-wise breath, Spiritual siren ! with the scent seducing Your body sheds, scarred with the bleeding kisses My tenderness bit in, Like to …
1907 · PDF PAGE 16
…pon their garden-close. O wide is the world, wide, wide ! Be sure that I was lost, Lost, lost for ever ; are there palimpsests Wherein a man might study at great cost His journey thence ? O Rose of gramarye, My riddle you shall ree. My head was happy, laid betwixt your breasts. XII NOTHER time I passed the holy well And plunged (as Phoebus in the western ocean) Into a forest of fine flame that crowned The holy hill ; all was enchaunted ground, The flames like scented tendrils of a vine Or sensitive rays that spell Strange curves to match their …